The real Pansy
Remembering
Pansy hovered over the fire. Her face was blank, unreadable. But her eyes were like storybooks to her soul as she starred longingly at the fireplace. The radio was on very low, but nothing distracted her from the fire's hypnotising flickering.
Her normally immaculate neat hair was now unbrushed and sticking out in odd places, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered to her anymore.
Her popularity had dropped since she hardly ever spoke to anyone anymore, expect Blaise and...Draco.
It hurt her to even think of the name. She replayed that day over and over to herself.
One particular day, not so long ago, Pansy made her mind up to finally ask her best friend, Draco Malfoy out.
She remembered that day so clearly, almost word perfect. She remembered they had taken a stroll around the lake, it was raining heavily and the raindrops splattered and bounced of the umbrella they shared together, and how they had taken shelter when the weather worsened under a tree. And how after years of bottling up her feelings for him she couldn't hide it any longer, she remembered glancing up at his perfectly pale sharp features and sharp grey piercing eyes and how they made her suddenly feel sick to the pit of her stomach when he returned the stare.
She squeezed her eyes shut as though if she imagined the day clearer she would get transported back to that day once again. She wished that would happen. Nothing was the same since that day. The awkwardness between herself and Draco had grown every day instead of getting less awkward.
It was nights like this she wondered if anyone would miss her if she just disappeared. She always came to the conclusion of no, no one would care. Yes she had friends, but not true friends, only Blaise was a true friend. He was always there for, like when she had gotten rejected by Draco and she ran to him for comfort. But she was sure that even Blaise wouldn't really care.
She began to roll up the sleeve of her robe and she revealed the scratched in letters that sprawled across her arm, which spelt out Draco Malfoy.
She had done it on the night she got rejected by him, as a harsh reminder to herself how stupid she had been to ever think she might have the slightest chance of being with him.
Of course the rumours had gotten round quick enough that she had asked the famous Draco Malfoy out and how she had gotten rejected.
That was the thing that annoyed Pansy the most. She knew what people said about her,
'Oh annoying Pansy Parkinson walks around like she's something special' and 'Have you seen the way she stalks poor Malfoy'.
She couldn't physically help but follow him, she didn't know any other way. She loved him so much that she struggled to maintain a normal flowing conversation because she was so nervous. And her obsession to please him had turned her into a bully and gained her popularity with the Slytherin's and earned her a place in the popular duo of Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.
But that wasn't really what she was like. It was just that love had overpowered her, controlled what she did.
Whilst she was lost in her thoughts she hadn't heard the footsteps, just as she hadn't heard the door creaking open.
"Thought you might be up still Parkinson" a soft voice said from behind her.
